I’m reblogging last year’s anniversary post since today is our 38th year together. Happy Anniversary to my sweet husband!
Tomorrow’s regularly scheduled post will be delivered as usual. I hope you’ll visit twice this week.
It’s a bit unromantic, I guess, to write about our messy marriage on the same day we eloped 37 years ago, but messy is the only story we’ve got.
We’ve been messy from the beginning. John and I married in Mr. Coyle’s living room the day after the justice of the peace buried his wife. That could have served as a forewarning, but we were in love and blind. We shared our condolences, then our vows. A neighbor came over to act as our witness. We consummated our marriage at Tremont Inn in Columbia, S.C. I like to think it’s one of God’s favors that the motel still stands. We rode through its parking lot several months ago and reminisced.
The day after our wedding, I returned to my parent’s home in Conway…
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